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[s9fti3]

Isaac Lahey had never been one to be fond of physical violence. Especially to those he loved and kept close to him. Yet, there had been moments he was so sure he was following in the footsteps of his father. Being like his father—someone he had learned to hate over years of abuse, seemed like hell on Earth.

He had thought he was becoming a violent, cruel man.

But that was far from the truth. You knew it, Stiles knew it, Scott knew it—Alison, Lydia, Melissa, Noah, everyone knew it. Except him. Sure, he had heard it time and again; he just couldn’t seem to bring himself to believe it.

Even now. Where he sat on your room, in your house, wrapped up in your embrace. Your fingers running through his hair, whispering sweet nothings and telling him the truth. Not something he had forced himself to believe.

“Isaac,” You called out, only receiving a hum as a response. He shoved his face further into your neck, wishing that it would stop what you were about to say. He knew what you were going to say. He knew it all too well.

“You’re not violent.” You whispered to him, hand moving down to his neck and playing with his hair on the ends. “You were raised that way. And you know better than to put anyone else through that.” The words stuck to him, playing on a loop. It felt like a stab through the heart—a reminder of the truth.

He knew you were right, he hated that. He hated that it was a hard pill to swallow. That it was something he couldn’t believe. Cause he wanted to believe. He wanted to believe every inch in his body, but he couldn’t. The fear overpowered the feeling of hope.

So, while he knew you loved him, that you saw the good in him. There would always be a doubt in his mind. That maybe, you knew he’d be like his father in the end. That you knew he was a violent man who didn’t deserve love.

And those thoughts would kill him one day. They would, and he knew it.

[s9fti3]

we should stick together ── . ✶ i. lahey

summary: being dragged into the supernatural world wasn't ideal, but you'd rather stick by isaac than let him go at this alone, no matter how hard it would be.

pairing: isaac lahey x gn!reader, isaac lahey x best friend!reader ノ wc: 5.0k warnings: no use of 'y/n', some angst, but there's fluff!, best friends to lovers, references to isaac's home life (child abuse #FUCK MR. LAHEY), canon typical violence, isaac being an idiot (affectionately), cursing, hints of jealousy, confessions, kissing, also slightly inspired by this drabble by @s9fti3!, title is a lyric from birds of a feather by billie eilish, dialogue in italics means they're speaking in their secret language, kinda edited; all mistakes are my own a/n: guys i was in an rare isaac lahey writing mood so cheers to me on finally writing for him!! also this had been in my WIP list for over a year now so im glad im finally getting around to it lol isaac lahey masterlist

YOU USED TO LOOK AT THE MOON FOR COMFORT. 

It was a method of self-soothing when you were overwhelmed by your own mind or when there were drastic changes in your life. You still like to admire the moon, but it was a constant reminder of how much your life has changed in a matter of months. 

You always thought that Beacon Hills had its charm for a small town, but with a lot of small towns, and to the opinionated teenage mind, you found that there wasn’t a lot to do in it. You prided yourself on appreciating the town for what it was, but you soon found out that it was hiding secrets within the roots of the forests that surrounded it. 

If you had the option to live in ignorant bliss about what was actually occurring in your town or be privy to what lurked in the shadows, you would want to live in bliss. But the blindfold was ripped off your eyes when your best friend turned into a fugitive after the sudden death of his father. 

You had noticed how weird things kept happening in your usually quiet town—a jogger had died, there were rumors of mountain lions prowling about in popular areas of town, and after multiple series of other strange events you had noted, Lydia had gotten attacked by one at the winter formal. 

It didn’t add up in your head. You did your own digging and research, and the only common denominator you found and noticed was that Stilinski and McCall were also doing the same thing you were doing, but you could tell they knew a lot more than they let on. 

You weren’t exactly friends with them, but you’ve known them since elementary school and shared a handful of classes with them. So you had a few conversations with them over the years. You would have taken your suspicions to any of your other friends, but you knew that they wouldn’t take you seriously, so you went to Isaac instead. 

Isaac Lahey. The boy who has stuck by your side ever since you sat next to him in kindergarten and offered to share his crayons with you after your parents had forgotten to pack yours in your backpack that morning. You were like two peas in a pod, uncaring about the fact that the other might have cooties. There wasn't a day that you guys didn’t find a way to talk to each other, and you guys had even gone as far as to create your own secret language with each other that you still use to this day. It came in handy after Isaac’s mother and brother passed away. 

You had started to see him less, despite your best efforts to see him, but you either got no response when you would try to knock on his door during summer break, or his father was very short with you and slammed the door in your face at 13 years old. 

So, you did what any reasonable and rational teenager would do. You went around the house and knocked on his window until Isaac responded. You were lucky that his room was on the first floor of the house, so when Isaac checked his window and opened it, you quickly climbed through it and greeted him with a huge smile. 

You remembered the shocked look on his face as you climbed in as stealthily as you could (it wasn’t graceful, but you landed on both of your feet once you got into his room). But your smile was wiped off your lips when you spotted the purple coloring on his pale skin surrounding his left eye. 

You instinctively reached out to cup his face, but Isaac flinched away from you, and it made your heart drop to your stomach. Your hand fell back to your side as you looked at Isaac’s hunched form. 

“Iz, did he do this to you?” You whispered, the words of your secret language fell from your lips as you tried to catch his eye. 

Isaac shook his head no, but you knew he was lying to you. He was avoiding eye contact at all costs. 

“Isaac.” You said lowly but harshly, making him look directly at you with wide eyes. 

“Keep your voice down!” Isaac responded in a sharp whisper. “I ran into the door last night when I got up to use the bathroom.” 

You cocked an eyebrow at him, your mouth open to respond, but no words came out upon seeing his pleading eyes. Isaac’s cerulean gaze was filled with a silent plea to stop talking about it, his waterline beginning to brim with tears. 

Your expression morphed into one of sympathy. It was jarring to see your best friend retreat more into himself. Isaac was naturally a shy kid, but he looked like he wanted to crawl into the deepest hole and never climb out of it. 

“Can I hug you?” You murmured as you took a tentative step forward. The last time you guys hugged sincerely was when you were at his brother’s funeral. 

Instead of responding, Isaac shot forward and wrapped his lanky arms around you. You immediately reciprocated the hug, your chin resting on his shoulder as his face buried itself in your neck. You didn’t know it at the time, but hugging Isaac always managed to put you at peace, like you were coming home even though you hadn’t left at all—and it never failed to send butterflies fluttering inside of you. 

But with that hug in particular, you couldn’t help but feel a pit grow in your stomach as you let go and saw the slight smile on your best friend’s face—you had a feeling that things would only get worse from there. 

And in a way, it did. You barely saw Isaac that summer, the next time you saw him was the night before you guys were in 8th grade—and you only did that because you couldn’t wait to see him at school when you didn’t know his schedule. 

Regardless of seeing him less during the summer, you never failed to stray from his side, even when you guys got to high school. You were not a social butterfly by any means—but your kindness transcended outside the bubble that you and Isaac had built. In some twist of events, you managed to get onto Lydia Martin’s radar and befriended her.

So, by the time you made it to sophomore year, most of the student body knew who you were—either by association from Lydia, or how you never failed to greet people with a smile and charm anyone who seemed to talk to you. 

When the second semester of your sophomore year rolled around, the aforementioned weird events began to plague your town. You had concocted your theories about what was happening, which seemed to revolve around McCall and Stilinski (or the fact that they were coincidentally present at the events).

Isaac just listened to you with pure amusement. But you had raised some valid points, and he made sure to try to figure out what the pair would whisper about during lacrosse practice. 

Then Lydia got attacked during winter formal, and you found McCall and Stilinski in her hospital room, looking underneath her bandage, whispering about how it wasn’t healing and asking ‘what was she?’ which made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. 

But that wasn’t the worst part. Isaac’s Dad was murdered, and you witnessed Isaac get pulled off the lacrosse field by the Sheriff and a deputy. 

As soon as practice was over, you sped over to the station to try and plead for Isaac’s innocence to Sheriff Stilinski, planning on saying anything to try and prevent him from going to prison (yes, you would have gone as far as lying about his whereabouts the night his Dad was murdered). 

You sat in the front of the station for god knows how long, and you sat up from your slouched position when you saw Derek Hale enter with Stiles Stilinski. 

Since when did Derek Hale hang out with high schoolers? You thought as you got up from your seat to head to the bathroom. You and Stiles made eye contact, but both of your eyes were filled with confusion when your gazes met. 

You were quick to use the bathroom, but as you were exiting, the fire alarm at the station went off. You were on high alert as you walked through the hallways of the building. You could hear grunts of pain echoing from where you assumed the holding cells were, and against your better judgment, your feet carried you to the wide-open door at the end of the hallway. 

Shock flooded your system at the sight in front of you. Stiles was on the floor, scrambling to the other side of the room as Isaac fought off a deputy. You were about to shout to make him stop, knowing full well that assaulting an officer would not be great for the mounting case against him. Once the deputy was incapacitated, Derek had shouldered past you. He stepped on a needle filled with god knows what, and Isaac turned around and horror filled your body. 

His face had turned into an animalistic one, his brow bone was pronounced as his lips were twisted up into a snarl, as fangs protruded from his mouth, and hair grew out from his cheeks. You barely noticed how his eyes weren’t his normal blue but a muddied yellow, and how he had claws growing from his nails. 

Isaac glanced at you and Stiles, and he made his move to lunge at either of you, but Derek roared, and it seemed to put him in his place. Isaac retreated and hugged the wall. When he looked back, Isaac looked like himself again. 

“How did you do that?” Stiles asked Derek as the alarms continued to blare around the four of you. 

Derek turned around and looked at Stiles. “I’m the Alpha.” He said as if that explained everything. 

“What the fuck just happened!” You blurted out, reminding Stiles and Derek that you were still in the station with them. 

Stiles cursed under his breath while Derek glared at you, and Isaac’s heart dropped to his stomach. This is not how he wanted you to find out (in fact, he never wanted you to even know about this). 

But Derek and Isaac were quick to leave when they realized that the entire department could come back at any moment, leaving you with Stiles to explain everything. 

After everything was situated at the police station, Stiles explained everything, albeit reluctantly, as he drove you back to your house. You didn’t want to believe a word he said, but after everything you just witnessed, you knew he was telling the truth. 

To say that you were worried about Isaac in the coming weeks was an understatement. Since the revelation of werewolves (and other potential supernatural creatures), you stuck close to Stiles and Scott. You felt a little betrayed by Allison since she knew, but you couldn’t fault her since she was also pulled into this mess. 

When Isaac wasn’t labeled as a fugitive, you were practically vibrating with excitement, but when he came back to school, it was like he was a different person. He didn’t even try to hang out with you. He stuck with Erica, who had also become a werewolf and turned into a bombshell overnight. You’d never admit the roaring jealousy at the sight of them practically wearing matching leather jackets, and how it seemed that Isaac never took his gaze off of her. 

But you knew Isaac, and the last thing he’d wear would be a leather jacket. Despite the tensions between Derek and Scott, you cornered him the day he came back to school and confronted him. 

“You look stupid with that jacket on.” You had found him ditching Math (he always did on the occasion) and at your spot when you had free period.  

“I don’t remember asking for your opinion.” Isaac snarked back, looking up at you from his spot on the stairwell. 

You walked down a flight to sit on the step above him. “Well, considering that I’m still your best friend, I can give you unsolicited fashion advice.” You shot him a sarcastic smile. 

Isaac raised an eyebrow at you. “If you were really my best friend, then you wouldn’t be helping out Scott protect the Kanima.” 

You leaned forward. “You and I both know it’s not Lydia.” You hissed out through your teeth. 

“Oh, yeah? How do you know?” Isaac challenged you, knowing that you weren’t sure yourself. 

“She just isn’t.” You insisted. 

Isaac scoffed, shaking his head. “See you don’t even know.” 

You pressed your tongue into your cheek, studying Isaac for a second. “You’ve changed.” 

“Yeah, for the better.” 

“I’m not so sure about that. This–” You gestured to Isaac with your finger, “Is not the boy I became best friends with.” 

“People change. Not everyone can stay the weak person that they were when they were younger.” Isaac spat out sourly, his lips twisted into a scowl. 

Your heart twisted at his words, and you moved down to sit next to him. “You were never weak, Isaac.” 

Isaac let out a bitter chuckle. “Right, and that’s why I let myself get locked in a freezer in my basement because I was so strong.” 

You froze. You didn’t know the full extent of what Mr. Lahey did, but hearing that sent a fury through you before you remembered that he was dead and you couldn’t do anything about the past. 

“You were a kid. Hell, you practically still are one.” You shook your head. “We all are, and you didn’t deserve to be treated like that by your own Dad. But even all you've been through, you’re still here, and I still think you’re the strongest person I know.” 

Isaac was silent, processing your words. You never failed to uplift him, even when he was at his lowest. You were a constant for him ever since he had met you, and never failed to be there for him, regardless of what it was for. 

You could see Isaac’s resolve melt behind his eyes as he took in your words. He turned to look at you, Isaac’s hand reaching for yours, but hesitated. You understood what he needed and grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers with his and started to rub circles into it, grounding him and taking him out of his own ego. 

A silence settled between the two of you, one filled with mutual understanding and comfort. 

“Do you really think the jacket is stupid?” Isaac murmured, breaking the silence. 

You knew that it was supposed to come off as a joke, but you could hear the underlying insecurity within the question. You scooted closer and rested your head on his shoulder. 

“Not really. But you could have worn a different shirt with it, Izzy.” You teased, squeezing his hand. 

Isaac scoffed playfully, his heart jumping at the childhood nickname. “I like to see you pull this off.” 

“Oh, I could and I’d wear it better than you.” 

Isaac let go of your hand and shoved you lightly away from him—he regretted pushing you away from him. He was already missing the warmth that you never failed to fill him with. You laughed at his offended expression on his face, but the smile that grew on his lips told you everything you needed to know—you guys were okay.

To say you were mad at Isaac Lahey, well, that would be an understatement. 

After your mini-reconcillation in the stairwell, everything had devolved rapidly. By the time the school year ended, Isaac was gone without a single trace, besides a note he left on your dresser, which you found a couple of days into summer break. 

You spent the better part of the summer worrying about Isaac and bothering Scott and Stiles about it. Stiles was definitely annoyed by your constant questions, and Scott was a little nicer about it—but you could tell that he was peeved by your constant inquiries about Isaac. But since you didn’t have school or Isaac for the summer, you split time between Stiles, Scott, and Lydia in order to try and distract yourself from the Isaac-shaped hole in your heart. 

Oh, and over the course of the summer, you figured out that you were in love with your best friend, so that was a great revelation. 

You were hoping that Isaac would show up when school started, but you just didn’t expect him to be in the hospital when you were at school. You only found out because you were running late to English since your advisor wanted to speak with you before class. When you ran into Scott, who was leaving school, he told you what happened. You were insisting that you’d come with him, but Scott practically ordered you to stay at school. 

Then crows flew into your classroom, marking the second time that this had happened to you (the first time was when you were in the car with Lydia and Allison and the deer ran itself right into Lydia’s car). Once school was officially cancelled for the day, you overheard Stiles talking to Scott and joined him in his jeep. 

Once you got into the dilapidated house, you immediately spotted Isaac, covered in a blue blanket, lying on a dusty table. Your feet unconsciously dragged you over there, but Stiles grabbed your wrist, making you stop in your tracks. 

“What are you doing?” He hissed under his breath. 

“You’re here for your best friend, I’m here for mine.” You quickly ripped your wrist out of his grip and headed over to Isaac. 

You swallowed hard at the sight of your best friend breathing shallowly as his eyes moved under his lids. Your hand moved to brush the hair at his temple, your thumb lingering on his frigid skin. 

“Please be okay, Izzy.” You murmured quietly, brushing the curls that were plastered onto his forehead away. 

No matter how mad you were about Isaac going MIA on you, you still were worried sick about him. 

This is such a stupid idea. You thought to yourself as you helped Stiles, Scott, and Derek fill the metal tub with ice while Deaton was explaining to Isaac how this process would work. 

They walked forward as you threw the empty ice bag to the side and stood by Stiles as they approached the ice bath. 

“Exactly. You'll be half-transformed. It'll let us access your subconscious mind.” Deaton said as he stopped in his tracks

Isaac bent down to study the ice water, and you knew that he was contemplating whether or not he should do this. 

“How slow does his heart rate need to be?” Scott asked his boss. 

“Very slow.”

Derek looked at Deaton. “Okay, well, how slow is ‘very slow?’"

Deaton was silent for a moment before telling him, “Nearly dead.” 

Your eyes widened in alarm, and you looked at Isaac, and your gaze met his own. You shook your head, a sign that he should not do this. 

Isaac turned his gaze away from you and up at Deaton. “It's safe, though, right?” 

You cursed Isaac under your breath, making Stiles chuckle, and he nudged you with his shoulder. He gestured to the glove lying on the metal shelf beside him. 

“Do you want me to answer honestly?” Deaton asked rhetorically. 

Isaac sighed. “No. No, not really.” 

Stiles put on the glove, and it snapped once fully on his arm. Everyone’s eyes were on him. 

“What?” Stiles questioned, making you snicker at his obliviousness. 

The corner of Isaac's lips twitched in amusement. But it soon changed when he realized that the smile you were giving Stiles was the same one you would shoot Isaac when he was being an idiot to try and make you laugh.

A flicker of annoyance passed through him at the realization. He barely tolerated the sarcastic brunette that stood across the room from him—it wasn't beyond Isaac how he noticed how much closer you had become with Stiles and Scott, and something in his chest stirred at that—he didn’t like it.

Your attention was pulled away from Stiles, who took off the glove, and towards Isaac, who stood up and let out a breath. 

“Look, if it feels too risky, you don't have to do this,” Derek told Isaac. 

Isaac glanced at you and took in your pleading gaze before ignoring it entirely. His mind was made up as he took off his shirt. 

Your brain short-circuited as you took in a sharp breath at the sight of Isaac shirtless. You’ve seen him without a shirt before, but that was before he turned into a werewolf and his figure filled out. 

You quickly averted your eyes, trying to ignore the heat filling your face. The sight of Isaac’s toned body burned into the back of your eyelids as you moved closer to the metal tub, situating yourself right next to Scott. 

The whole process was tense, you almost left the room, seeing Isaac shivering in the cold water as he relived his memories. You were frozen in your spot next to Scott. 

Once he shot up out of the water, you were quick to grab one of the many towels set on the table next to you and wrapped him up in it once Derek and Scott got him out of the tub. He clung to you as you tried to help him dry and get his body back to a normal temperature. For a moment, you got over your anger and whispered praises to him. 

When they figured out when and where Boyd would be, and before the group dispersed from the clinic, you went up to Derek and Isaac. 

“You’re coming with me, we need to talk.” Your voice was tight with tension as you stared at Isaac with a stern glare. 

Derek went to open his mouth to protest, but you turned your fiery glare on him. “I don’t give a shit that you’re his Alpha, you can pick him up in the morning.” 

The two of you were in a tense staring match before Derek relented. “Fine.” 

“Good.” You replied before leaving the clinic, with Isaac following behind you like a soddened curly-haired puppy. 

The drive back to your house was filled with unnerving silence. Isaac knew you were mad at him—he could smell the fury wafting off of you as you white knuckled the steering wheel.  

The silence persisted even after you parked in the driveway and began walking into the house. 

Isaac cleared his throat as he followed the familiar path upstairs. “Your parents aren’t home.” His words came out more like a question than the statement he intended. 

“Out on a business trip.” You responded tersely, heading into your room to grab him some spare clothes he left here the one time you guys had a sleepover before he left for the summer. 

You shoved them into his chest. “Spare towels are in the closet, you’re going to shower, and then we’ll talk.” You said before leaving him in the hallway outside of your bedroom, and headed downstairs to make hot chocolate for both of you. 

Isaac sighed and grabbed a spare towel before heading into the bathroom to do exactly what you said. He thought about spending a while in the shower to avoid the inevitable, but you’d probably rip him another new one for it instead of making fun of him for taking so long. So he took a quick shower before dressing in the grey sweatpants and blue hoodie you gave him. 

By the time he reached the kitchen, a steaming mug filled with hot chocolate was sitting on the kitchen island, as you sat on one side of it, taking a sip of your own before typing something on your phone. 

Isaac stood in the entryway for a moment, just trying to take in the tranquil atmosphere before it became charged with your anger that was simmering under the surface of your calm facade. You managed to change while he was in the shower, he noted. You were in some sweatpants and a soft, oversized tee, looking far more relaxed than you actually were. 

Isaac let out a silent sigh before walking into the kitchen. You looked up from your phone when you heard him enter the room. You turned it off and gestured for him to sit in front of you. 

He sat down and took a sip of his hot chocolate, trying to brush off your expectant look that felt like it was digging into his skin. Isaac felt like he had gotten in trouble and was sitting in the principal's office. 

“You’re mad at me,” Isaac stated once he set the mug back on the marble countertop. 

You pressed your lips together. “Do you know why?” 

“Did you get the note I wrote you?” He asked, dodging the question. 

You let out a humorless laugh. It was sharp and biting as you shot Isaac a dangerous look. “I did. But I didn’t find it until I almost filed a missing persons report on you.” 

Isaac winced. “M’sorry, Derek needed my help.” 

“I know.” Your tone was curt and short. “It still doesn’t make it better that you couldn’t bother with a phone call or even a text.” 

Isaac hated seeing this side of you with him. There have been a handful of times when he’s seen you mad, and he has never been on the receiving end of it until now. 

“Derek told me I couldn’t. I swear if I could, I would have called or texted every day.” Isaac's voice was filled with sincerity, and his eyes were wide. His gaze was practically screaming at you to believe him. 

Your anger almost melted away at the sight of his wide, practically puppy-like look he was pinning you with. God, those eyes would be the death of you one day. 

“You’re being reckless.” You stated, looking away from him. 

“I’ve always been reckless.” 

You looked back at him incredulously. “No, you aren’t. I’m usually the reckless one out of the two of us.” You gestured between you and the boy you were sitting across, “Just because you're a werewolf now, does not make you invincible.”  

“Yeah, well better me than you. I heal faster than you do.” He shot back. 

You stood up, your hackles raised as you rounded the island to get into his face. “You really don’t get it do you?” You asked. 

“No I don’t. Please tell me what I don’t get.” Isaac got up from his seat and looked down at you. 

You hated that he was taller than you, but you ignored it as you pressed a finger into his chest. 

“I don’t like seeing you get hurt, or be in dangerous situations period. It killed me that you told me not to do anything about your Dad. But this has to take the cake.” 

“I don’t understand why you’re so worried about me. I can take care of myself.” He couldn’t wrap his brain around why you were acting like this. 

“Jesus fucking christ.” You groaned, shaking your head. “Because I like you! Okay! I like you a lot more than I should for being your best friend. And I worry myself sick about you because of it.” You turned away from Isaac, walking out of the kitchen and heading to your room. 

Isaac stood there stunned. Your words echoing in his brain. 

I like you. I like you a lot more than I should. I like you. I like you. 

He quickly snapped out of it once it registered that you felt the same way about him. Isaac ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs and barged into your room. 

You turned around, startled at your door slamming against the wall, seeing Isaac in the doorway and entering your room like a man on a mission. 

“Isaac, what the hell–” 

You were cut off by Isaac grabbing your wrist and pulling you into his body, and placing his lips on yours. You were stunned for a moment before your mind caught up with your body, and you sank into the kiss. 

Isaac cupped your cheek as the hand fell from your wrist and placed it on your hip, drawing you closer to him. One of your hands wrapped around the back of his neck, burying into the hair while the other rested on his broad chest. Your lips moved in sync against his as your chest filled with warmth. Isaac’s lips were soft against your own, and you never wanted to stop kissing him. 

Unfortunately, you needed to breathe. You slowly pulled away from the kiss, resting your forehead against Isaac as you took some slow breaths, filling your lungs with air and the familiar scent of your body wash wafting off of Isaac. 

“I like you a lot too. If it wasn’t clear.” Isaac broke the serene silence after the two of you parted from your kiss. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, it was pretty clear to me Iz.” 

Isaac sent you a beaming smile at your words, joining you in chuckling as he pulled you further into his body, engulfing you in his arms. You wrapped your arms around his back, sinking into his embrace. 

The nearly full moon illuminated your room as the two of you found a new comfort in each other, your relationship evolving right then and there in your bedroom. You knew right there and then that you would stick together, by each other’s side, forever. 

[s9fti3]

i love you guys. fics are coming out soon, i promise

[s9fti3]

May I request jalice (maybe separate?) edging and overstimulating reader?? If you would not like to do this, please do not force yourself to!

You had tears in your eyes as your legs shook. Your moans and cries could be heard all around the Cullen house as you were edge for the nth time that night. “Please,” Your voice was high pitched and broken.

Jasper had his hold on your thighs, keeping them spread open for Alice who was using her long, slim fingers for a good use. They had completely ignored you as Alice played with your sensitive cunt. She had been kissing him, loss in the sensation as her fingers spread your lips.

She pressed down on your clit which got a strangled moan out of you before her fingers dipped down and entered you again. Your velvet walls were sensitive and practically gripping around anything.

“Gosh,” She laughed in the kiss between her and Jasper. “She’s tight,” She feigned surprise as her added in another finger. “After a while I thought she wouldn’t be.” Her voice felt like it was everywhere as the knot in your stomach built to an unbearable tightness.

“Please, please!” Your voice shook as you cried—you felt so close to the edge. Finally, they acknowledge you and your pleading.

“Please what, sugar?” Jaspers accent rang out. “We don’t know if you don’t tell us.” Oh they knew exactly what you wanted, they just wanted to hear you say it.

“Fuck-let me come, please?” You begged again. Alice’s fingers didn’t pull away this time when you got close. You covered your mouth, you words muffled and incoherent as you came on Alice’s fingers.

“Good girl,” She whispered to you as she pressed a kiss to your head. “But I think Jas should get a turn now.” You were in for a long ass night.

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[s9fti3]

Girl u are like the only one writing jasper/alice/ reader on tumblr and youre so amazing at it plzzz make more in the future 😭🩷

I love you so much <33

“Just take my hand and smile.” Alice had told you as she fixed your hair. You were meeting the whole Cullen family today and you were nervous. Jasper did his best to calm your nerves and bringing a good vibe to you.

You had taken her and a deep breath before stepping into the house. It was so beautiful and so…open. You walked up the stairs, greeted by the scent of cookies and a variety of sweet treats.

“Y/N! It’s wonderful to see you!” Esme said softly as she closed the over. She had a tray of freshly baked cookies in her hands and she placed them onto the stove. She took off her oven mitts as she came over to you. “Welcome,” She said, hugging you. Her embrace was cold and strong.

“Hello, Mrs. Cullen.” You greeted with a warm smile as you hugged her back. She was indeed, a sweet woman—just like everyone said.

“Cookie?” She offered. “Me and Bella had been preparing them since we heard of your arrival. But she had to step out,” She handed you a chocolate chip cookie. “The rest of the family is out back,” She said as she started placing them on a plate.

You knew you had fit in the moment Esme pulled you into her embrace. And Jasper and Alice knew that too. You were a Cullen, even before you walked through the door.

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Mattheo had stood at the railing of the astronomy tower, gazing up at the stars. He could feel a gaze burn on him and he didn’t need to look to know who it was.

“I love looking at the stars…my mother use to take me to see them when I was little.” He says, his tone a bit sad and dull.

“They’re beautiful,” You say to him, your eyes stuck on the stars. “I bet the one that is shining the brightest is her.” You finally looked at him. His eyes seemed a bit sad but thankful for your kinds words. Your shoes clicked against the floor as you walked over to him.

“I guess so,” He nodded as he looked down to the ground. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette and put it to his lips. He lit it and took a drag before speaking up again. “What are you doing up here so late anyways?” He asked, offering you the cigarette.

You shook your head as you looked down at your fingers. “They reminded of my family. All of the different stars and signs…they were into astrology and outer space.” You admit as picked at your nails. “I don’t see them very often, they’re muggles. Only my parents know about this world, everyone else thinks I’ve been sent to a boarding school.” You retell him the story you told your friends a long time ago.

“They think I was a troubled kid and did stuff behind their back. But in reality, I’m a witch.” You shrugged, your voice sounding exhausted. You looked up from you fingers, taking in the view. You saw the whole area of Hogwarts right in front of you—it was breathtaking.

Mattheo nodded as he finished up his cigarette. He put it out on the railing before tossing it off. “Must suck,” He said to you. “Have you ever wanted to… come clean?” His voice sounded like he was actually interested, not that he was just trying to keep the conversation going to be polite.

“Many times,” You confirmed. “But I can’t, muggles can’t know about this world. Even our parents know very little. It’s horrible…living a double life from my friends and family.” He placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a small, reassuring squeeze.

“Well, you’ll probably be able to tell them some day.” He tells you, offering a very small smile.

That day would never come, many students including yourself had been the target of death at the battle of Hogwarts. Your family thought you had died in a freak accident at your boarding school while your parents had to hold back tears knowing the truth.

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You didn’t like this idea, at all. So when Isaac shot up from the freezing water, his hand immediately found you and dragged you to towards him. Like you were safety for him and that you would bring him back.

“Hey, hey,” You said in a gentle tone as he panicked, heart beating rapidly as he tried to get out of the freezing bath. He was panicked and most definitely was trying to find warmth of some kind. You had wrapped the towel that was set on the counter next to you around him, holding onto him tightly.

“You did really good!” You praised him, feeling his wet curls push further into the crook of your neck. While he might have been a werewolf, we was more like a puppy dog with you. You could feel his cold skin underneath your hands, your hand gently rubbing at his bare back.

It was okay. He was okay. Everything was okay.

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*said as if i am dying of dehydration in the sahara desert* please.... more jalice x reader...... please.... smut.. fluff... m anything.... please......

We all know that Alice is a little tease. She likes whispering in your ear (telling you all that she wants to do to you), leaving her hands where they don’t belong, biting/nipping, edging, overstimulation and all the sorts. Jasper on the other hand, I feel like his mood depends on how it would be in the bedroom. If he is having a good day and it’s peaceful for him, he’ll most likely just hold you and make love to you until you can’t possibly think anymore. However if it had been a rocky day with him, trust he will have his way with you. Of course never too rough to break you if you were human, but if you were a vampire or any other sort, the bed would be broken, you, Alice and him are getting yelled at, and it would go on for hours on end.

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Hello!^^ can I request a jasper x reader, where he makes the reader ride his face? >,< (if not, just discard! Also, love ur writing!!)

“Wait, what if-” You’ve managed to cut off the kiss more times within 5 minutes than you have within the whole time that you have been with Jasper. The thing was, he was completely against the idea of having actual sex with you due to the fear of losing control or you ending up like Bella. However, he wasn’t against the thought of any kind of oral sex. Which leads you to where you are now.

“Darling, shh.” He coos as he presses his lips back to yours before pulling away and holding your cheek in the palm of his freezing palm. “If you don’t like it, you tell me and we stop, alright? It’s simple, I’ll help you.” Jaspers calmness helped you feel better as he had you discard your clothes.

“Cmere,” He beckons you over as he lays on his back, seeing you nervously come over to him. You had both of your thighs on both sides of his head, yet you didn’t dare to lower yourself any further than you already were. “Baby, I can’t even reach you. Let’s be realistic now.” His hands found there way to your hips as he brought them down with force, your cunt immediately connecting with his lips.

“Jasper- oh my gosh!” You cried out as your hand traveled to the one that was resting on your hip. You didn’t realize how good this would feel, especially with every gentle jerk of your hips, his nose brushed your clit in such a delicious manner. You attempted to pull away just a bit to allow him a breath of air, but that idea was quickly shut down as he grabbed you back.

Thankful for the headboard in front of you, it was holding up your body. “Move your hips,” His voice sent vibrations up your core, sending your eyes backwards. You immediately followed, your hips bucking into his face as you begin to feel that familiar bubble of ecstasy in your abdomen become more noticeable.

“I’m going to cum!” You whined, shutting your eyes as both of your hands went to the headboard to stabilize yourself. “Please, please, please,” Your babbling was the last thing you heard as you came hard on the vampires tongue.

Your legs shook as you pulled away, seeing Jasper wipe his mouth from your juices. “Not bad?” He asked looking over at you to see you still coming back down from the high that made you see stars.

“Yep,” I said as you stared at the wall. “Not bad at all.”

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a complete random thought i have about Rafe is that when he eats you out, he isn’t stopping until HE is satisfied. So you could be practically sobbing and squirming out of his hold, yet he’ll just pull you back and keep on going. Especially if he has had a rough day or just misses you.

like, I’m sure you’d have to like push his head away and have an actual good reason for him to stop. That man is a MUNCH I TELL YOU!

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“I’m going to kill him, I swear. F..fucking mean it!” He growls as his fingers lace into your hair, his grip tight as he pushes your head down further onto his cock. You were practically choking before he lets go and grabs the bedsheets below him. He started his rant again about how much he hated John B and how he’ll “kill him”… if that ever happens.

“Rafe,” You pulled away, your voice hoarse and shaking as you called out to him. “I’m trying to give you head right now to forget about your problems.” Slowly you started to stroke his solid hard in your hand, watching his head tip back as he let out a low groan.

“So shut up and enjoy it.” You demand towards him before completely taking him whole in your mouth again, deep throating him completely.

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younger!daryl vs. older!daryl nsfw masterlist.

Younger;

He is 100% sloppy when it comes down to having sex, let’s just be real. he got most of his educational on it from Merle and porn, so he honestly has no clue on how to be gentle or just have “love making”. ya know?

“Shut up, huh?” He mutters against your ear, grabbing your leg and placing it on his shoulder to get at a deeper angle. Your pornographic moans and his grunts filled the empty room in the cdc, the bed beneath you squeaking from the combined weight.

He shoved his fingers in your mouth, shutting you up as you gently sucked and moaned around them. As fast as they were in your mouth, he brought them down to your clit, making rough and heavy circular motions that had you at your peak in seconds.

Older;

After being with you for a while, he has learned that sex isn’t all just chasing one’s high and getting over it. He sees it as an act of love, one that should only be shared with someone he really cares for.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered as he pressed his lips to yours, muffling the sweet moans that left your lips from his slow, yet powerful thrusts. Your hands rested on his shoulders, occasionally adding pressure and leaving crescent shape marks on his bare skin.

He pulled away, taking a look at your face as he see you nearing your end. He thought to himself, how did he get so lucky with you. “Let go, I’ve got you.” He says to you as he speeds up a bit, taking your one hand off of his shoulder and interlocking your hands together.

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OH MY SHAYLA, MY SHAYLA 😭

"Is it too late now?"

Newt x Reader (TMZ)

summary - you thought it'll be the last time you ever saw Newt in the day he died on your arms, until he showed up in front of you.

no warnings !! this is pure fluff and maybe a little angst 😸

You sat on the sand, the cold air hitting your bare shoulders as you breathe in deeply at the salty air of the ocean in front of you, waves bring the water closer to your feet. It calms you.

you always love those small things. you loved the sun and the stars, amazed at how they can shine on they're own.

you watch the stars and wish that you could also be like those stars, shine on they're own. But you can't, you're different. you're the moon. The moon that shined because of the sun.

The moon that wait days and nights and hours to shine together side by side with the sun but the day never came.

you're the moon, while newt is your sun.

Newt, the boy that made your life thousand times more better with him in it.

you missed the days you and him wouldn't sleep and sneak out quietly and you went to the top floor with him holding hands. watching together how the stars shine the sky so brightly and feeling the night wind blow your hair.

There we're times in glade where Newt would always hold your hand tightly while kiss you on your forehead and lips once in a while and say how much he loves you, grinning so widely to you.

You miss him. You can't deny the fact you miss him. You miss the times you had with him in the glade.

The ocean waves getting closer to your feet and the sound of footsteps reaching closer to you.

"good morning" came from minho as he sat down next to you. you replied with a forced smile, not really feeling like you want to talk.

"hey, you sure you don't want any breakfast? i made pancakes, the same ones you used to made" asked thomas, sitting beside you too, as he looked at you with worry.

The same one i made in the glade for them and newt.

Newt.

"I'm not feeling really hungry", you weren't lying, you hardly eat anything ever since you arrived at the paradise.

Thomas came and sat next to you. "well then, water?"

he handed you a cup of warm water.

"Thanks", you said before taking a gulp.

Minho puts his arm around you, "i know this is hard for you", he started,

"it's hard for all of us, but you need to take care of yourself. you haven't eaten anything since yesterday we arrived, and you're supposed to be resting in your room" He finished, speaking to you softly.

You gave him a small nod, and stared at the cup your holding as the sand warms your feet. "How have you been sleeping lately?" Thomas asked

"I sleep well" you send him a soft smile as he returns the smile and trace smoothing circles on your back.

The three of you watch the ocean for a moment without a word, you look to the sand as you inhaled deeply. Minho's eyes fell on you, and you turned to him with a soft weak smile. "Hey,"

with a small forced chuckle from the black haired boy, he replied "Hey"

"I'm glad you're both okay" you glanced at your feet, "I don't know what i would've done if you guys couldn't make it"

they nodded, looking at you for a while before minho replied; "i didn't expect that i'll made it here too"

thomas chuckle, "everything feels like a dream"

you didn't reply anything and just watch the waves getting closer to your feet. "I'm hungry, i think i'm gonna go get something to eat, see you both later" with that, you walked off

you weren't actually hungry, you felt empty. you just needed a reason to walk away. talking to them remind you so much of Newt and what happened that night.

Newt's hands are cold. His eyes empty. He's gone. tears pouring faster, and you wipe the tears away roughly.

"You can't leave me like this. not now, not later. you promised me you'll never leave me. please, newt. please. answer me."

you sighed.

Slowly, you made your way to get food, dragging your feet behind you. You stared at your surroundings, fiddling the hem of your shirt, trying desperately to not think of Newt but failed miserably. everything feels weird without him. the feeling that something is missing.

But as you looked to your left, there he stood, your eyes widened in surprise and you shake your head.

'stop, he's not here anymore, don't imagine things and pull yourself together y/n. he's gone.' you remind your self, trying so hard to not take a double look to check, but you couldn't hold your self so you looked. this time hoping he'd be there

you saw him.

again.

then the reality comes crashing down as you looked at him.

you froze. you stared at the blonde boy.

Newt.

your eyes locked at the sight your seeing. it's really him.

"Hey what's wrong?" Minho asked looking at you concerned.

You stood there, still frozen.

"Did you change your mind? do you not want to eat pancakes?" Minho asked

You finally found your words, and say what was holding your voice stuck in your throat. "that's... newt?"

his eyes fall to the direction your looking at. it took him a second to process it was really him as you both stood frozen.

Newt. The blonde boy. The love of your life. The one that died that night, is now running fast towards the two of you. He hugged you both tightly.

Thomas stared at him with surprise from afar, dropping his glass of water and run to our direction, hugging newt tightly as the corner of his eyes start to water.

Minho and Thomas asking him many 'how' questions as he replied "I'll answer all of your bloody questions later" his british accent ringing in your ears, making you cry. Is this really newt? but how?

"Newt.." the sound of your voice made him turn to you and smiled lovingly with tears in his eyes.

"Hey gorgeous" He opened his arms to hug you, you jump into his arm immediately feeling his warmth, solid and everything, He held you tightly against his chest.

You buried your head in his neck and your tears wetting your cheeks, tears drenching his shirt. you smiled a little. for the first time your truly smiled after you lost him. you hugged him tighter, still wanting to feel the warmth of his body and his touch as you feel him pressing his lips into your forehead and the smell of his body that you missed so much is enough to make you feel like you're home.

anywhere with him is home.

"Newt.."

"I'm here"

you finally pulled away, to look at him. those dark brown pair of eyes, his caramel colored hair that turned to a vibrant shade of gold when the sun hits his hair. oh how much you missed them.

it feels so unreal seeing him right now in front of you, you don't know if it was real or not.

he smiled at you again. that smile. the one you missed so much.

you hugged him again, this time with your head on his chest, he held your head in one hand and and your back in his other, pulling you closer and putting his head on top of yours gently.

you pulled away again, running your thumbs on his cheek and lips, realizing all the black veins, black eyes and popping veins we're gone. he's back to normal.

Minho spoke up, "But how? you..you we're stabbed and you died,"

"Yeah, we see you died that night in her arms, it doesn't make any sense" Thomas added.

"To be bloody honest, i don't know how myself. but i think y/n's blood touched my wound when we fought that night and it killed the virus and i survived, then i woke up surrounded by people, cured, and they led me here." he finished, looking at them.

"who we're those people?" thomas asked

"who ever those people are, I'm happy to have you back shuck face." minho laughed.

"and i'm happy to be back" newt smiled at us all, before whispering into my ear, "we've got a lot to talk about" he grinned.

Thomas glanced at minho, signalling to him to give you both time to talk. minho nods in response. "You must be hungry newt, let's make more food for them, and give them space to talk alone" Minho whispered the last few words and left with the others leaving you and newt alone.

"We'll meet you there later!" newt called back and turned to you, grinning.

he sit down at the sand, and pat the sand next to him, signalling you to sit next to him, so you did. he looked directly to you, breaking the silence.

"i miss you"

your eyes widened at the sudden confession, your eyes start to heat up and tears start to flood your eyes making your vision blurry.

"sorry, i didn't mean to make you cry" he looks at you softly and wipes your tears gently.

"you don't know how much i miss you and how hard it was losing you" you started. "it felt so weird without you here, it's like something's missing" you gazed at your lap

"i'm sorry for that night, i should've told you and try to work it out together like you said, but it was the best way to protect you" he started

you nodded as you understand the word 'that night' referring to the night you both argued because he hide the fact he was infected and you both broke up because of it.

"that night when i finally turned to a crank, i know i shouldn't have attacked you, but something in me is screaming for your blood, and in the end i hurt you, i'm sorry love." he whispered. your surprised at the last word, he used to call you that before you both broke up.

you forced a chuckle. you definitely missed being called that. you smiled at him "i understand and yes, i forgive you newtie. i always will."

he felt his heart skipped a beat at the familiar nickname you called him

newtie.

his words stuck in his throat as he tried to get him self to continue say the things he was planning to say but he failed miserable, after a second he finally forced out the words.

"and i know we had a bloody argument and we're not together anymore but i still love you y/n. i didn't mean the words i say when i told you i don't love you anymore and i don't need you caring about me, i still love you so freaking much and i really love it when your care for me, so..."

his voice getting quieter as he looks at you nervously, trying to observe your expression as his voice stuck in his throat for the second time. he lowered his head looking down at his lap, trying to find the perfect words to tell to you

'it's now or never'

"listen, the point of what i'm trying to say is, do you think it's too late to continue what we had?" he glanced at you and made eye contact with you

you chuckled at his nervousness. "so you're trying to say that you want to get back with me and continue our relationship?"

"if you still love me, well yeah" you chuckled

"i still love you newt"

"then, it's a yes?" he tilt his head and grinned at you, happy with your answer and now hoping you would agree to his offer

"why would i refuse?" you answered.

"bloody hell, come here" he smiled, he leans up, closer to you and kiss you. you kiss him back.

he hugs your body as your arms snaked its way to his neck and your fingers run to his hair, your fingers tangled in his hair. he pulled your body more closer, colliding yours with his until it you can feel his body warmth.

you both pulled away when minho suddenly yelled "Y/N, FOOD'S READY

you turn to newt. "You ready to meet everyone else?"

he nods. "yeah, let's go"

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you walk in together, and you see the moment everybody's faces turn into shock except for minho and thomas, who was smiling widely at you both. you guessed that both of them haven't told the other's.

gally's eyes fall to yours, as if he's asking confirmations from you. you nod at him and smiled. gall's eyes widened and start to water.

"hey?" newt gives a little wave nervously as he watched the others exchanging glances with each other, and then gally, frypan and the other's moved, leaving the table they're sitting in and charged towards newt with a hug as newt happily hugs all of them tightly and didn't let go until thomas butt's in.

"alright everyone, let's eat as much as we want as a celebration AND STOP THE HUGGING SESSION, newt haven't eaten anything at all today"

they roared with laughter and finally pulled away from the hug.

standing beside you, minho chuckled and whispered, "you're happy aren't you?"

you smiled and nodded at him. "is it that obvious?"

"yes y/n, it's so obvious" you both laughed.

suddenly you feel someone hold your hand. you turned to see newt grinning before he pulls you into a sudden deep kiss as everybody else laughed. you both pulled away after everyone yells 'do it somewhere, you love birds!!' and your ears turn into a shade of red as newt's lips turn into a wide grin

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Can you do nsfw head cannons for Carl Gallagher?

He definitely prefers giving head than receiving. Before he met Dominique, he was into it, but after her, not so much. It’s more of something that has to do with insecurity. But, if you guys are in the moment, he most likely wouldn’t be opposed.

Cop!Carl definitely has a pair of handcuffs that he uses in the bedroom. Doesn’t matter if it’s on you or him, he 100% uses them.

I don’t see him as a kind of man to own any kind of toys, but if you did have some he would probably use them on you. If you ever asked about getting some, he probably wouldn’t think twice and say yes.

For me, I think Carl is a switch leaning towards being a top. Definitely with age he becomes more open to trying out new things and seeing that sex isn’t all just for quick pleasure.

When he is taking the reins, he most likely grunts, let’s put a few moans here and there but keeps it pretty low. However, if he is beneath you, he doesn’t shut up!! Cry’s, whimpers, moans, groan- all of the above.

He likes the idea of you crying from ecstasy, anything else no, not so much.

Before leaving to go anywhere, he likes to come up behind you and tell you everything he plans on doing later. So, you’ll be doing dishes before he heads out and he’ll come up behind you and say the most disgusting things to you.

HICKEYS!!! He’s a man, what did you expect? He likes them all over you, but doesn’t mind having them on him. They will probably be covered my his uniform. Just be careful going high up, he mayyy get in trouble.

Likes doing it at your house, your bed is comfortable and cozy. Also cause he doesn’t have to worry about someone coming in or hell breaking loose.

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